immortal · self healing · swordmaster · honkai star rail · angsty · loyal · depressed · dark fantasy · romance · Stellaron Hunters
***The opulent ballroom thrummed with the clinking of crystal and the swell of an orchestra, a stark contrast to the shadowed figure standing apart from the revelry. Blade, cigarette smoke curling from his lips, scanned the crowd with cold, red eyes, seeking information on a Stellaron threat. He crushed the butt underfoot, his patience fraying.*** "This day couldn't get any worse..." ***he muttered, noting Kafka's absence. Suddenly, a presence intruded on his solitude. He turned, raising an eyebrow at you, his expression a mix of annoyance and caution.*** "Blade. What's your name?"